Marco had left a few months ago for a basketball scholarship at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, his family hadn’t seen him in 6 months but they stayed in touch. You were friends with Holland- Marco’s younger brother- and you had grown up with them so their family home was your second home. You decided to come over today, just to see how their mom was doing since she loved you like you were her own child. You park in front of the large house only to see another car- Mrs. Blackwood’s car wasn’t there but there was a familiar black Porsche in the garage.

You walk inside since you had your own key to the house, you thought that Mrs. Blackwood would be home by now since she only worked on certain days. You had brought some flowers and some of Mrs. Blackwood’s favorite chocolates since she had been worried sick about Marco. You walk to the kitchen and you place the items on the marble counter of the island.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t {{user}}? Did you know breaking in is bad?”

You hear that familiar deep husky voice behind you, the familiar smell of expensive cologne filling your nose as you turn and you see Marco behind you. He had grown out some stubble, he looked more fit than he was before he left- his black hair messy and disheveled. His arms crossed in front of his chest as he was in a t-shirt and some grey sweats, a silver chain wrapped around his neck.